Archive | May 2016

Perfect?

We need not be perfect!

Where does this idea that perfect is good
That it’s the desired goal
Come from?
Why are we not comfortable with our flaws?

Perhaps it’s because not many
Successful people speak of their flaws
What we see on the outside
The perfect picture
Does not reflect what is inside

The reality is that visible or not
We all have limitations
We all have failed and cried
We all have messed up!

Perfect does not exist
And perhaps it should not
We learn from our imperfections and mistakes
They can be areas we work on

Normally, we don’t show our inadequacies
It’s just not done
What would others think?
Would they judge us?

Yet, it’s our foibles and flaws
That make us human and normal
Nobody is good at everything
That person does not exist
So, let’s be authentic
And talk about our failings and challenges sometimes

I guarantee that the sky won’t fall
And that we will be loved despite our flaws

Changing times

We can play it safe and follow the status quo
Or we can live based on principle and stand out

The courage to question the norm
When the norm seems unfair
The courage to stand for friendship and justice
The courage to defend a fellow man or woman
This kind of courage is admirable anywhere

What’s unfair is unfair
No matter how much the truth is twisted and turned
In the age of instant communication
It’s harder to convince people of whatever one wants
Those old ways don’t work anymore
Soon, what’s been hidden will come to fore

May we have the courage to stand
For what’s true and fair
May we break our silence when we see injustice

There was a time propaganda would work
But now everyone is looking for proof

To all those who stand for truth
I salute you, I honour you!
May 16th, 2016

The masks we wear

The more similar we are on the outside
To who we are inside
The freer we will feel

The masks we sometimes wear
Get heavy
And we may feel like we are dragging
Our feet

The problem is that we can get so used to
The masks we wear
That we can forget who we are underneath

I’m learning to throw away the mask of pretense
I feel lighter
More authentic

I won’t be afraid of showing my truth
The real me
Those who love me will stay anyway
And those who won’t…

That’s their choice
Generally there are not many of those
In my experience

Pretending takes a lot of energy
It’s tiring
It’s stressful
I understand why people wear a masks
Because I have worn them
But I also know how refreshing it feels
To feel the wind on my face
April 6th, 2016

Bedtime

Sometimes Nicholas rests/falls asleep
On the comfortable leather couch in the living room
Just before he’s supposed to go to bed
He looks so comfy cozy

I remind him it’s time to go upstairs
‘But it’s so nice here’ he says
With his eyes closed and mumbling his words

Ten minutes later I call him again
Reluctantly, he gets up half heartedly and walks upstairs

Then instead of going to brush his teeth
He heads to our bedroom
And falls face first, in the middle of the bed
He says our bed is the most comfortable bed
I think the fact that he can postpone brushing his teeth helps

“Just a little longer” he says
When I ask him to get up
And I feel so bad because he looks so relaxed

Eventually he gets up
There is only so long one can postpone going to bed
But I know I’ll mis this routine
When he won’t do it any longer

Reminds me of the time he was little
And would ask me each night
What to dream about
May 11th, 2016

A new race of men

There is a new group of people in the world
Who are born in one country and grow up in another
And perhaps move from that country too
To study or work somewhere else
What should they call themselves?
How should they define themselves?

I know a gentleman from Lebanese roots
Who group up in Nicaragua
He came to Montreal to study and stayed
Now, he speaks English with a Spanish accent
His wife is French Canadian
So the mix of cultures and languages goes on

We were at a dinner with two other couples
For none of whom English was the mother tongue
But that’s how we communicated all night
What we have in common, living in Montreal

My children have Dutch and Persian heritage
But have grown up in Canada
They are not identifiable as Persian or Dutch
But appreciate where their parents come from

I asked a Japanese man who lives in the United States
When he moved there
He said he’s third generation Japanese American
Ooops! What a mistake

Cases like this will only increase
As we continue to live our lives
Already, where are you from
Is not an easy answer for some

How wonderful that we’ll have to get to know people
By focusing on their qualities not their birth place
The gentleman with an Arabic name and a Spanish accent
Was the inspiration for this poem

May 8th, 2016

To be an immigrant

 
Imagine having a thousand ideas
But being unable to express them
At least not eloquently

Imagine looking for words and stammering
Each time you want to communicate with someone

Imagine having to start your life over again
But with new rules and different road signs

Imagine having a career but
Having to put it on hold or abandon it for a while

This is how immigrants feel
They feel fortunate to live in freedom
But there is a price to pay
After all, nothing is free in life

Imagine being stuck between
The culture of your parents and your friends

Imagine living under a lot of new rules
Some of them not so obvious

Imagine competing with those for whom
Your new language is their mother tongue

Imagine seeing your friends do things
That you are not allowed

There are the challenges of children and teens
Who immigrate

Most of these issues gradually get resolved
Going through these challenges is an education in itself

But let’s give immigrants the respect they deserve
They literally start their lives all over again
May 1st, 2016